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Monday, 23 February 2015
Friday, 20 February 2015
Just Desserts: Introducing Lee Rene and Kristin Aragon
JUST DESSERTS: A Collection of Bite-Sized Delights presented by SecretHungers.com
Just Desserts is a buffet of deliciously naughty stories. These delights are as diverse as the authors who write them. It is my pleasure to reveal two of the more than twenty contributing authors to Just Desserts-debut, new, multi-published, award-winning and bestselling authors. ENJOY TODAY'S SPECIAL! Today, we feature one new and one debut author. Even though neither of these ladies are new to writing fiction, they are indulging in some naughty delights.
The Sweetness in the Pudding by Lee Rene
A stand-alone erotic short story
erotic romance
#NOLA #erotic #neworleans #frenchquarter #warmpudding #sweetness
Lizzie, a New Orleans native and recent college graduate, has come to a standstill in her first relationship. She loves Nicholas, a young law student, but because of his misplaced religious notions, he refuses to be sexual with her. They live in the most sexual city in the States yet he refuses to even French kiss her.
After their turbulent breakup, Lizzie flees to the Vieux Carre for comfort food. She's unaware that Nicholas has followed her into one of the Quarter's bakery shops. The place is a strange, old-fashioned sweet-shop, deserted except for the proprietress who escorts them into a private drawing room. Lizzie and Nicholas decide to share a bowl of banana pudding and end up sharing a great deal more.
Get to know Lee
Lee is a jazz-loving author of Erotic Romances, Young Adult and New Adult novels. She had the good fortune of being born in one the most diverse cities in the world, sun-kissed Los Angeles. The City of the Angels is more than just palm trees, toned bodies and beaches, it’s a fusion of people, languages and cultures. In the past, She worked as a lifestyle writer for magazines in Los Angeles, San Francisco, New York and Vancouver as well as entertainment journalist and movie reviewer in print, online, and on radio in the Los Angeles area. She is a student of American History and her works are usually set in the past. When she's not writing away, she spends her time watching movies from the golden era on TCM, delving into history, enjoying classical music and jazz and reading Gothic literature. Her first published novel is an erotic romance written under my nom de plume, Lee Rene. Her interest in writing Erotic Romance started percolating when she read work by J. Kenner and Sylvia Day. Although she attempted to write romance novels in the past, she found her voice in the world of erotic literature. The New Orleans Hothouse is the first if other stories set on the cobbled streets of New Orleans’s Rue St. Marc. It’s her sincere wish that lovers of dark romances join her on my journey.This sexiest food is:
I love all New Orleans's confections: meringue pie, pralines, beignets, lemon ices, Banana's Foster, chocolate bread pudding, and cream brulee. "I'm a political animal and love politics.Five things you'd be surprised to know about me:
- I love James Brown's music.
- I'm a fan of ice skating.
- I live in Los Angeles and don't like the beach.
- I love churches but am not religious.
- I'm a political animal and love politics
The sexiest place in the world is:
I love San Francisco, my favorite get-away. It's a stunning city with beautiful hotels, incredible restaurants, and dramatic views.Follow Lee
Other Works by Lee Rene
Sinful Universe: Your Move by Kristin Aragon
Stand-alone Erotic Short-Story
contemporary erotic romance
#RockGods #BodiBabes #WinesnDines #ChocolateVixen #FlanBomb
#SweetNSassy #RockNSex #RockNCake #SinfulUniverse #HerMove
Get to know Kristin
Kristin grew up in the Texas Panhandle where she learned to bend with the winds and twist in the breezes when her muse disappeared. She has a B.A. in General Studies and is working toward her Masters in English.
She is a mother of two, a wife, story-teller, and book-builder. At anytime she could be working on a new paranormal romance, NA contemporary, or erotica, depending on the what the voices in her head tell her--they are rarely quiet for long.
The sexiest food is:
I love hot chocolate molten cake with a large scoop of vanilla bean ice cream sitting right on top. Drizzle a little chocolate and caramel sauce over the entire dish and you'll have my full attention. The varied textures and polar opposite temperatures are an orgasm for the mouth, or if you are home alone with your other, the one dessert contains everything for a night of blindfolds and experimenting. Now show me what you can do, lover.
Five things you'd be surprised to know about me:
- I am a perfectionist in the worst of ways.
- I am an adrenaline junky.
- I read approximately five books a week.
- I love to dance in the rain. Literally.
- I still believe in Santa. Just ask my mom.
Sexiest place on earth is:
Take me to a deserted island close to the Bahamas. I love the water, waves, and surf. The idea of me and my lover having the place to ourselves thrills me. Late night skinny dipping, sex on the beach, swimming with the dolphins, then indoors for another round of rompingFollow Kristin
Wednesday, 18 February 2015
Sexy Just Got Rich - On Tour!
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Monday, 16 February 2015
Just Desserts: Introducing Libby Sinclair and Christine Severin
JUST DESSERTS: A Collection of Bite-Sized Delights presented by SecretHungers.com
Just Desserts is a buffet of deliciously naughty stories. These delights are as diverse as the authors who write them. It is my pleasure to reveal two of the more than twenty contributing authors to Just Desserts-debut, new, multi-published, award-winning and bestselling authors. ENJOY TODAY'S SPECIAL! Today, we feature two debut authors. Even though neither of these ladies are new to writing fiction, this is their first recipe for erotic romance.
Cake Topper by Libby Sinclair
A stand-alone story from the Incarnation Chronicles
science fiction, erotic romance
#SFR SFRB #scfirom #SFRBrig
Emilee has had her eye on Grieg since the first time she met the tall blue alien. Now that the treaty is signed turning enemies into allies, she can make her move and find out just how blue he can get.
Get to know Libby
Libby Sinclair is a science fiction romance fictionist, and has been writing for the last ten years. She is happily married and although her husband doesn’t understand her fiction habit, he accepts it.This sexiest food is:
I love chocolate covered strawberries. There is something sensual about the rich chocolate and the light sweet strawberries that always held my fascination.Five things you'd be surprised to know about me:
1) I want to learn to play the concertina. 2) I have a heart-shaped birthmark on my hand. 3) I am related (very distantly) to Ulysses S. Grant. 4) I've seen every episode of Star Trek TNG, DS9, & Voyager. 5) I get a lot of compliments on my hair."The sexiest place in the world is:
A secluded tropical island with every amenity but complete solitude. No interruptions, no work, no noise but the waves and wind.Follow Libby
Cherry Lips by Christine Severin
A stand-alone erotic short story
time-travel, erotica
#cherrylips #cherrylipgloss #
Get to know Christine
Christine was born in the desert on a snowy night. As the flakes cooled the hot earth, she came into the world ready to explore the duality of man and the sating of desire. Over the years she's grown to appreciate sy-fy romance and erotica that puts characters in challenging or unusual settings.
The sexiest food is:
Carrots
Five things you'd be surprised to know about me:
- I have a mole on the palm of my hand
- I have a freckle on my eye
- I once had sex with a drag queen
- I have a weird crush on Jeremy Irons - It's the voice.
- I collect unicorns and garden gnomes.
Sexiest place on earth is:
Forget the earth, weightless shagging has to be complicatedly fun.Follow Christine
Sunday, 15 February 2015
Release Day for Dangerous Surrender
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Would you give yourself to a stranger? Gwendolyn Myers never thought about it until she runs into Marcus ‘Bowie’ Ford at the Pink Pussy, a rundown hotel at the edge of town. She’s on the run, but one taste of the sexy biker is enough to convince her that her running days might be over.
Saturday, 14 February 2015
Just Desserts Cover Reveal
Cover Reveal for Just Desserts: A Multi-Author Collection of Bite-Sized Delights
Presented by SecretHungers.com
More than twenty of your favorite bestselling, award-winning and debut erotic authors invite you to skip the main course and indulge in the naughtiest of desserts.
This collection of delicious contemporary and paranormal erotic romances is sure to satisfy even the most sinful appetites.
Be prepared to be teased each week as we pull back the blindfold to reveal our contributors.
AVAILABLE JUNE 2015
Friday, 13 February 2015
Out Now - In Expert Hands by Lily Harlem
Out Now - hot BDSM billionaire novel
Back cover information.
Imogen White has it all—a high-flying career, a prestigious London home and friends she knows will fight her corner. She’s going up, and she’s in control, she’s also got the hots for one very important, very sexy client.
Kane Ward is a self-made billionaire whose determination to be the best of the best has left him alone. He has everything money can buy, yachts, jets, and villas in all four corners of the globe, but even he can’t buy time to suit his needs.
And his needs are very specific, his desires a particular shade of kink and his tastes anything but vanilla. So when he sets his sights on Imogen it’s a given that things are going to get dark, that pleasure will be laced with pain and determining his success will be measured by her blushes and gasps and cries of delight. But Imogen doesn’t need to worry, she’s in expert hands and her every fantasy is about to come true—and then some she’d never imagined even in her wildest dreams.
IN EXPERT HANDS has a spin-off short story, IN SAFE HANDS which is featured in the Brit Babes SEXY JUST GOT RICH anthology. Go grab your copy and let yourself fall into the dark, erotic world of the Ward brothers – remember to call them Sir if you’re wearing their collar!
Excerpt from IN EXPERT HANDS
“Would you like a drink?” he asked over the sound of the music.
“I’m okay, unless you want one.”
“No. I drank water after my workout.” He urged her forward. “So shall we go straight into a playroom?”
“If that’s what you want?”
He glanced at his watch. “There should be something going on to satisfy our voyeur plans for the evening.”
They stepped toward the bar.
Kane indicated another doorway at the opposite end that had a chain mail curtain hanging from its frame. “It’s through there.”
“Ah, K. Long time no see.” A man wearing a similar jacket to Kane’s but with only two stars over the breast pocket extended his hand.
He didn’t wear a mask and Imogen could see that his smile was genuine.
“Nate, how have you been?” Kane took his hand and they shook.
“Great, been in the City for a few weeks on business. Making the most of my free time by coming here.” Nate turned to Imogen and raised his eyebrows. “You have company.”
“Don’t look so surprised.” Kane squeezed Imogen a little closer.
“I am. You don’t usually bring guests. Special occasion?”
Imogen felt Kane tense. She sensed he wasn’t enjoying having his break from the ordinary commented on. “
No occasion,” Kane said. “Good to see you, Nate, perhaps we’ll get chance to catch up later.”
“Yep. That would be cool.” Nate held up what appeared to be a glass of fizzy water and nodded. He kept his attention on Imogen. “Enjoy your evening here at Sup Space. I’m sure Master K will address your every need.”
“Thank you.” Imogen smiled then felt her cheeks heat as Nate swept his gaze down her body—starting at the collar, then lingering on her breasts and finally on her boots.
Kane stepped forward, tugging her with him. “This way.”
After several paces she touched the collar. “This, around my neck,” she said quietly. “What would happen if I wasn’t wearing it?”
“It would make you fair bait for men like Nate, who are just out to play in a scene, find someone to hook up with.” He glanced at her. “He had no right to look at you like that.”
“Well, the outfit kind of screams look at me.”
“That’s not the point.”
“Oh.” She was confused. “It’s not?”
“No. You’re with me. I’ve claimed you with a collar. What’s more, I outrank him. He should show more respect.”
“You outrank him?”
“Of course.” He pulled back the chain curtain and opened a door. He ushered Imogen into the new room.
Imogen opened her mouth and stared around, thoughts of Nate vanishing.
Kane moved her from the doorway and into the shadows. He stepped behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist
“What are your first impressions?” he asked by her ear, his lips brushing her lobe and his breath heating a trail down her neck.
She leant back into him, loving being so close, held by him. But she couldn’t concentrate fully on his embrace because of what was before her. “It’s…sexy.”
“Mmm, I’m glad you think so,” he said, the soft material of his mask rubbing against her temple. “What else?”
She looked around. The room was sectioned into six large cubicles, each one decorated in dark tones and with a combination of low lights and spotlights. Each three-walled area held a bed or a table or some other piece of equipment in the center. Three spaces were occupied.
There was an audience, too, couples, singles, threesomes sitting on more large sofas. Imogen could only see the backs of their heads. Some appeared enraptured, others holding quiet conversations.
“Tell me,” Kane urged, slipping his hand over the smooth material covering her waist. “What do you think about that, over there, to your left.”
Imogen was already staring in that direction. It had been the main thing that had captured her attention.
A naked woman was bent double, tied to a skinny padded table with her ankles fastened to the legs and her arms stretched out on two platforms, crucifix-like. Her skin was pale except for her behind, which was scarlet.
Beside her stood a man—dressed like Kane in black trousers and a velvet jacket—wielding a flogger. He walked around the woman as if surveying the marks on her ass then cracked down the many strands over her skin.
Imogen jerked and a tingle traveled over her buttocks, as though her nerves were empathetic with what the woman on the table was going through.
The man hit again.
The woman groaned and moved her head, her face coming into Imogen’s view. She had her eyes screwed up tight and her lips were parted. There was a flush of red on her cheeks that matched the rosy blush on her backside.
“Talk to me,” Kane said softly.
“Is she enjoying it?” Imogen asked, although she was pretty sure she knew the answer. The woman appeared to be in ecstasy, as though she’d folded in on herself and only her body and sensation existed.
“Very much so,” Kane said. “Master Zen is very capable of working his sub towards orgasm just through striking her.”
“Are they just…playing a scene or are they…?”
“Lovers, committed to each other? Yes, actually those two are. They’re regulars here and live the lifestyle.”
“The lifestyle?”
“Yes.” He slid his hand to her collar and spanned it with his thumb and fingers. “They live full time as Dom and sub. He commands and she obeys.”
“It sounds…old-fashioned.” Imogen wasn’t sure about the obeying thing. She’d known friends who’d purposely had that removed from their wedding vows.
“It’s a symbiotic relationship,” Kane went on, smoothing his fingers around her collar and brushing her skin.
A small shiver ran down Imogen’s spine.
The woman was struck again—several times in fast succession.
Imogen stared at the spectacle.
“You see,” Kane said. “She needs to be adored, cared for, taken through life by the man she loves. He needs to protect her, satisfy her, ensure that everything is perfect for her at all times. That is what makes him feel complete.”
“And that includes this. Beating?”
“Beating, spanking, flogging, whatever you want to call it, yes, it includes this, because that’s what they both enjoy, it’s their thing. It’s their kink.”
Kane went quiet and Imogen watched as Master Zen stood directly behind his sub. He appeared to fiddle at his groin then his pants loosened around his hips. He pushed forward.
The woman arched her back and her cry echoed around the room.
He reached for her shoulders, dragged her onto him.
“He’s…” Imogen said.
“Yes. He’s clearly very pleased with her. She’d getting exactly what she wants tonight.” Kane’s voice was low and husky, as though the sight was turning him on.
Imogen watched, fascinated as the Dom began to fuck his woman with urgency. The sub couldn’t move, she was strapped down, but he was moving for them. Thrusting in and out, hard, frantic, gripping her shoulders, her hair, her hips. His hands were all over her.
Imogen’s knickers dampened and she shifted within Kane’s arms.
“Would you like to get fucked like that?” Kane whispered.
Imogen half turned to him, his words a shock, despite where they were and what they were watching.
“Tell me,” he said, cupping her cheek and her holding face. “Tell me what you’re thinking?”
“I…” Imogen was breathing heavily. Fuck. What was she thinking? That she wanted to get fucked like that? She wanted to feel the flogger?
“Would you like to be her, on that table, with Master Zen taking you to the exquisite high she is rocketing towards right now?” Kane asked. “Red and sore, filled to the max? Nothing else in your mind except claiming that pleasure?”
She did, but it wasn’t Master Zen she wanted behind her, yanking her hair, scratching and marking her skin. Sinking deep, so deep. Filling her to bursting point.
It was Kane, or K as he was known here. It was him she wanted.
“Imogen,” Kane murmured, his mouth almost touching hers. “Talk to me.”
“Yes.” The word scratched from her throat. “But—”
He pressed his thumb over her lips, flattening them against her teeth. “No buts. Or if there are, tell me later.” He gave a brief smile. “Yes is enough.”
Sunday, 8 February 2015
FREE from Lily Harlem
Monday, 2 February 2015
Quickies From Kay
I have always loved writing short stories- especially short erotic stories. The challenge of capturing a readers imagination at top speed, and then (hopefully) turning them on with my words, has always appealed.
I have, with the brilliant 1001 Nights Press, started a new collection of mini stories, all designed to hit the spot- fast...
I have, with the brilliant 1001 Nights Press, started a new collection of mini stories, all designed to hit the spot- fast...
(MFF action) After
The Massage Blurb:
Lee can hardly believe his ears when his girlfriend Jess rings
him at work to tell him that she has just had sex with her masseuse Ali. When
Jess goes on to tell him that Ali has agreed to help them live out Lee’s
ultimate fantasy – to watch his girlfriend with another woman – he is
speechless. All they have to do in return is to help her carry out her own
fantasy. So, if Lee wants to see Jess with a woman, he’s going to have make
space for them in the back of his van...
(MFF action) Bad
Blurb:
She loves that no one but Connor really knows her. That she is
just an ordinary middle class thirty-something woman in baggy jeans and a
t-shirt, pushing her trolley around the supermarket like everyone else, sitting
in her office typing up letters, cleaning the house, mowing the lawn… right up
until she gets a call telling her it’s time to be bad.
When Connor tells her how ‘bad’ he wants her to be that evening,
she’s filled with doubts – is she really up for letting him watch her have sex
with another woman for the first time?
Who is she kidding? Of course she is! She is Connor’s bad girl –
and she knows it...
(FF action ) Lap
It Up Blurb:
Working late into the night, dedicated veterinary nurses Jo and
Louise have made sure all the creatures in their care are safely bedded down
for the night – and now it’s time for a little puppy play of their own.
Yielding to her girlfriend’s delicious dominance, Louise is about to discover
what life is like on the other end of a lead...
****
Bio-
Kay Jaybee was nominated as the
Best Erotica Writer of 2013 and 2014 by the ETO.
Kay wrote the The Perfect Submissive Trilogy, (Xcite, 2011-14), Making Him
Wait, (Sweetmeats Press, 2012), The Voyeur (Xcite, 2012), as
well as the novellas, Not Her Type: Erotic Adventures With A Delivery Man (2nd
ed. 1001 NightsPress, 2013), Digging Deep (Xcite, 2013), A Sticky
Situation, (Xcite, 2012), and The Circus, (Sweetmeats Press). She
has also written the anthologies The Collector (Austin & Macauley,
2012 & 2008), The Best of Kay Jaybee (Xcite, 2012), Tied to the
Kitchen Sink, Equipment, (All Romance, 2012), Yes Ma’am (Xcite
e-books, 2011), Quick Kink One and Quick Kink Two (Xcite
e-books, 2010). Kay has had over 70 short stories published by Cleis Press,
Black Lace, Mammoth, Xcite,
Penguin, Seal, and Sweetmeats Press.
Details of Kay’s work, past, present and future can be found at www.kayjaybee.me.uk
You can follow Kay on Twitter-
kay_jaybee,
Sunday, 1 February 2015
Coming Soon - IN EXPERT HANDS
Coming 13th of February, In Expert Hands…
Back cover information.
Imogen White has it all—a high-flying career, a prestigious London home and friends she knows will fight her corner. She’s going up, and she’s in control, she’s also got the hots for one very important, very sexy client.
Kane Ward is a self-made billionaire whose determination to be the best of the best has left him alone. He has everything money can buy, yachts, jets, and villas in all four corners of the globe, but even he can’t buy time to suit his needs.
And his needs are very specific, his desires a particular shade of kink and his tastes anything but vanilla. So when he sets his sights on Imogen it’s a given that things are going to get dark, that pleasure will be laced with pain and determining his success will be measured by her blushes and gasps and cries of delight. But Imogen doesn’t need to worry, she’s in expert hands and her every fantasy is about to come true—and then some she’d never imagined even in her wildest dreams.
IN EXPERT HANDS has a spin-off short story, IN SAFE HANDS which is featured in the Brit Babes SEXY JUST GOT RICH anthology. Go grab your copy on the 10th of February when it will be available from all good ebook retail outlets and let yourself fall into the dark, erotic world of the Ward brothers – remember to call them Sir if you’re wearing their collar!
Excerpt from IN EXPERT HANDS
“Would you like a drink?” he asked over the sound of the music.
“I’m okay, unless you want one.”
“No. I drank water after my workout.” He urged her forward. “So shall we go straight into a playroom?”
“If that’s what you want?”
He glanced at his watch. “There should be something going on to satisfy our voyeur plans for the evening.”
They stepped toward the bar.
Kane indicated another doorway at the opposite end that had a chain mail curtain hanging from its frame. “It’s through there.”
“Ah, K. Long time no see.” A man wearing a similar jacket to Kane’s but with only two stars over the breast pocket extended his hand.
He didn’t wear a mask and Imogen could see that his smile was genuine.
“Nate, how have you been?” Kane took his hand and they shook.
“Great, been in the City for a few weeks on business. Making the most of my free time by coming here most nights.” Nate turned to Imogen and raised his eyebrows. “You have company.”
“Don’t look so surprised.” Kane squeezed Imogen a little closer.
“I am. You don’t usually bring guests. Special occasion?”
Imogen felt Kane tense. She sensed he wasn’t enjoying having his break from the ordinary commented on. “
No occasion,” Kane said. “Good to see you, Nate, perhaps we’ll get chance to catch up later.”
“Yep. That would be cool.” Nate held up what appeared to be a glass of fizzy water and nodded. He kept his attention on Imogen. “Enjoy your evening here at Sup Space. I’m sure Master K will address your every need.”
“Thank you.” Imogen smiled then felt her cheeks heat as Nate swept his gaze down her body—starting at the collar, then lingering on her breasts and finally on her boots.
Kane stepped forward, tugging her with him. “This way.”
After several paces she touched the collar. “This, around my neck,” she said quietly. “What would happen if I wasn’t wearing it?”
“It would make you fair bait for men like Nate, who are just out to play in a scene, find someone to hook up with.” He glanced at her. “He had no right to look at you like that.”
“Well, the outfit kind of screams look at me.”
“That’s not the point.”
“Oh.” She was confused. “It’s not?”
“No. You’re with me. I’ve claimed you with a collar. What’s more, I outrank him. He should show more respect.”
“You outrank him?”
“Of course.” He pulled back the chain curtain and opened a door. He ushered Imogen into the new room.
Imogen opened her mouth and stared around, thoughts of Nate vanishing.
Kane moved her from the doorway and into the shadows. He stepped behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist
“What are your first impressions?” he asked by her ear, his lips brushing her lobe and his breath heating a trail down her neck.
She leant back into him, loving being so close, held by him. But she couldn’t concentrate fully on his embrace because of what was before her. “It’s…sexy.”
“Mmm, I’m glad you think so,” he said, the soft material of his mask rubbing against her temple. “What else?”
She looked around. The room was sectioned into six large cubicles, each one decorated in dark tones and with a combination of low lights and spotlights. Each three-walled area held a bed or a table or some other piece of equipment in the center. Three spaces were occupied.
There was an audience, too, couples, singles, threesomes sitting on more large sofas. Imogen could only see the backs of their heads. Some appeared enraptured, others holding quiet conversations.
“Tell me,” Kane urged, slipping his hand over the smooth material covering her waist. “What do you think about that, over there, to your left.”
Imogen was already staring in that direction. It had been the main thing that had captured her attention.
A naked woman was bent double, tied to a skinny padded table with her ankles fastened to the legs and her arms stretched out on two platforms, crucifix-like. Her skin was pale except for her behind, which was scarlet.
Beside her stood a man—dressed like Kane in black trousers and a velvet jacket—wielding a flogger. He walked around the woman as if surveying the marks on her ass then cracked down the many strands over her skin.
Imogen jerked and a tingle traveled over her buttocks, as though her nerves were empathetic with what the woman on the table was going through.
The man hit again.
The woman groaned and moved her head, her face coming into Imogen’s view. She had her eyes screwed up tight and her lips were parted. There was a flush of red on her cheeks that matched the rosy blush on her backside.
“Talk to me,” Kane said softly.
“Is she enjoying it?” Imogen asked, although she was pretty sure she knew the answer. The woman appeared to be in ecstasy, as though she’d folded in on herself and only her body and sensation existed.
“Very much so,” Kane said. “Master Zen is very capable of working his sub towards orgasm just through striking her.”
“Are they just…playing a scene or are they…?”
“Lovers, committed to each other? Yes, actually those two are. They’re regulars here and live the lifestyle.”
“The lifestyle?”
“Yes.” He slid his hand to her collar and spanned it with his thumb and fingers. “They live full time as Dom and sub. He commands and she obeys.”
“It sounds…old-fashioned.” Imogen wasn’t sure about the obeying thing. She’d known friends who’d purposely had that removed from their wedding vows.
“It’s a symbiotic relationship,” Kane went on, smoothing his fingers around her collar and brushing her skin.
A small shiver ran down Imogen’s spine.
The woman was struck again—several times in fast succession.
Imogen stared at the spectacle.
“You see,” Kane said. “She needs to be adored, cared for, taken through life by the man she loves. He needs to protect her, satisfy her, ensure that everything is perfect for her at all times. That is what makes him feel complete.”
“And that includes this. Beating?”
“Beating, spanking, flogging, whatever you want to call it, yes, it includes this, because that’s what they both enjoy, it’s their thing. It’s their kink.”
Kane went quiet and Imogen watched as Master Zen stood directly behind his sub. He appeared to fiddle at his groin then his pants loosened around his hips. He pushed forward.
The woman arched her back and her cry echoed around the room.
He reached for her shoulders, dragged her onto him.
“He’s…” Imogen said.
“Yes. He’s clearly very pleased with her. She’d getting exactly what she wants tonight.” Kane’s voice was low and husky, as though the sight was turning him on.
Imogen watched, fascinated as the Dom began to fuck his woman with urgency. The sub couldn’t move, she was strapped down, but he was moving for them. Thrusting in and out, hard, frantic, gripping her shoulders, her hair, her hips. His hands were all over her.
Imogen’s knickers dampened and she shifted within Kane’s arms.
“Would you like to get fucked like that?” Kane whispered.
Imogen half turned to him, his words a shock, despite where they were and what they were watching.
“Tell me,” he said, cupping her cheek and her holding face. “Tell me what you’re thinking?”
“I…” Imogen was breathing heavily. Fuck. What was she thinking? That she wanted to get fucked like that? She wanted to feel the flogger?
“Would you like to be her, on that table, with Master Zen taking you to the exquisite high she is rocketing towards right now?” Kane asked. “Red and sore, filled to the max? Nothing else in your mind except claiming that pleasure?”
She did, but it wasn’t Master Zen she wanted behind her, yanking her hair, scratching and marking her skin. Sinking deep, so deep. Filling her to bursting point.
It was Kane, or K as he was known here. It was him she wanted.
“Imogen,” Kane murmured, his mouth almost touching hers. “Talk to me.”
“Yes.” The word scratched from her throat. “But—”
He pressed his thumb over her lips, flattening them against her teeth. “No buts. Or if there are, tell me later.” He gave a brief smile. “Yes is enough.”
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